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Etho,
The wandering inventor
Very few know the tale of the wandering inventor, they say he has been roving runeterra since long before any great cities or states were founded, exploring the limits of the world around him. In hushed awed tones they speak of a master of all magic. A pioneer of the machine. An iceborn. A fox spirit. A legendary warrior.
There are even fewer who personally know this extraordinary figure. They are spread across runeterra, in forests and cities and icy tundras. If ever one of them hears these tales as they are told around campfires they will laugh uproariously and deny it all , they will say:
"Etho is just a weird guy who can't settle in one place or one discipline for very long, he's not some immortal god!"
The astonished crowds will protest, perhaps asking where he comes from originally then? or how old must he be if their elders have tales of him? but they get no more answers from these so-called friends of the wandering inventor. They have been trusted with secrecy and besides; they only know parts of a whole.
Stories come from somewhere of course, and perhaps if those lucky few ran into eachother and compared their own tales around campfires, maybe they could figure out what truth lies within them. But then again, perhaps after all the stories have been told and all notes have been compared they would leave more confused than when they started.
Yes, best to leave it be. Let Etho have his fun.